While I'm saying farewell to 'the gannets' Wilf frets. No less than four pit stops last night. One very tired ' font' dealing with those rampant blood sugar levels. When I get back from the airport he looks at me sternly. " Where do you think you've been ? ". Strange . While we worry about him, he worries about us. Guess that's what makes a family dog.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
' Where do you think you've been ? '.
Ever noticed that when the plane you're on is late, the one you're connecting with is on time ? So it is that we have the chance for a leisurely lunch in an unseasonably hot Paris. One of the great secrets of visiting France ; the best hotels do set lunches at outstandingly reasonable prices. In the cool of the American church we spot a prayer cushion in memory of the artist James McNeill Whistler. A copy of his picture of his mother delicately embroidered on the top. Then time enough for a wander past the shops on rue st.honore before a restorative glass of champagne in the Ritz. After the death of Diana it's probably become the most famous hotel facade in the world.